Munchies and Movies

[Svelte Sven]

The fact that it was just the three of them (so far) actually gave Sven some pause. It was a small Freehold so it wasn't likely to happen, but he actually preferred crowds with enough people to get lost in. There was comfort in being able to be just a face in the crowd. But they've both been rather kind and polite so far, haven't they? With a slight shrug, he stood up again and claimed a couple slices of pizza for himself before settling back down.

"I'm not too picky, but if we were going to watch something actually scary, a small group is best. But that might not be to everyone's tastes." He looked in Mina's general direction but didn't say anything before turning away again. "There's always horror-comedy. 'Killer Klowns from Outer Space' or something else just as cheesy." As if for emphasis, his next bite pulled away a long string of melted cheese.

[Circe]

"Ah, a battle of words to decide upon our entertainment?" a severe concussion would be required for anyone to think Circe's current tone was serious. And puns return: "I could surmise it to be a summery suggestion Mina, though I could be abridging it a little."


Scary Movie suggested by the Winter was unexpected. Wait a minute? That wasn't what he said, she shakes her head. "The killer what from space? That sounds like a fake movie poster you see in another movie's background or something. Are you saying it is legit? Think I missed that one."


Problem having a few decades gap from the mid 80s to recent was missing lot of pop-culture stuff. She couldn't catch up on it 24/7. Circe is curious if that is a legit title or not. Cheesy action movies with muscular guys are forgotten for a moment. Because murder clown is right up there with killer shrew or death by rat. Well, Circe had read The Jungle before, so that last one wasn't really in the same category.

[Mina]

Pizza looked good, seeing Sven getting some, so she follows his lead an gets herself a couple slices as well.

Taking a bite, “Oh, I’m down for scary! Love a good scary movie!” she adds taking a seat as well, tucking her legs under herself. “Which scary movie would you recommend we watch?” looking to the Winter. “But cheesy is good too, but cheesy could be good to watch after scary too.” To unwind.

Laughing as she agrees with Circe, “I could see why it would sound like a fake name, but pretty sure it’s legit.”

[Svelte Sven]

Something strange must have been happening that Sven was the one suggesting corny parody films and Circe was the skeptical one. Maybe this is what it's like when someone is replaced by a Fetch. There was mild regret in even thinking about such matters during a casual movie discussion, lest it trigger some bout of paranoia, but Lost didn't get replaced by a Fetch after they escaped Arcadia.

He looked at Mina, brushing those thoughts aside. "Kind of depends on what you're looking for. Some rely on atmosphere, some are gorefests, it all depends. I guess 'Halloween' is a good general pick. 'Alien' is also a classic. 'The Thing' is also pretty good, but it has... intense visuals. More likely to gross people out." Sven didn't really consider himself a film buff. But his father had loved exposing him to what he considered classics, and it was one of the very rare activities with his father he had participated in voluntarily. Unfortunately, it also meant that he knew precious little about anything that released after the mid 90s.

"In space, no one can eat ice cream." He said to Circe in a deadpan tone. The Darkling gave her a serious look for a couple of seconds to try to sell the delivery before breaking into a smile and shrugging. "Don't look at me, I didn't make the movie. It's a cheesy movie from the 80s, I don't know how else to explain it better than that."

[Circe]

"Gonna but full honest here," she decides to just say this, "For a second when scary movies came up, I thought you two meant the Wayans Brothers film. Just my brain being blue screen or something, too much blue," she sticks out her tongue after making this joke.


"I not only know those three," she cheerfully says as Sven brings them up, "I have seen a stored prop for the last one." Smug little blueberry she is, ears bouncing. "Was under a tentacle with a Gremlin hanging off it. You think the dog Thing was creepy on film, decay makes it just wrong shaped," she shakes her head with a look of disgust. "Though I'm pretty sure I have seen worst and KNOW," she wrinkles her nose, "I've smelled worst. Getting covered thigh deep in giant Hedge crab guts will do that."


And was why the riot gear had disappeared for a while. Cleaning it had taken a LOT of effort and time.


"Oh, okay. Shocker, nobody was clowning around about the title," she shrugs as she learned soemthing new. "Got Amazon, premium cable, and some of the little services so I probably can get it. It must have been late eighties, I, uh," her ears droop down in negative emotion, "I recall early." She shakes her head, "Whatever! Either of you want hard or soft drink?"


Hostess being host is not focus on Keeper abduction due to stupidly pickpocketing a Keeper. And insulting It for trying to let her off with a warning. Also, excuse to get herself a tequila mixer made up to forget that. "80s films were part diary product. Cheese often paired with exposed large chests, violence, horror, or satire. Oh ho ho ho," something occurs to her about the first pairing. "I think with the large chests being exposed, the beef may have gotten more overall screen time than the cake. Shirtless muscular barbarian movies were so popular in the 80s, were they not? Thank our former Austrian governator for that, oh ho ho ho."


The great trait of Hollywood blockbusters that defines how good they are. How many D-B rank movies try to ape the original. Also, recalling shirtless muscle men was a decent distraction for the Fairest's brain.

[Mina]

“You know, that’s a good point. I always think atmosphere makes for a great scary movie, never knowing where the killer is, the building tension.” Yup, those made for good jump scares. “That is a great movie! And one I haven’t seen a while! It has great atmosphere, you never know where he is, like, blink and there is he! Out of nowhere!” how that guy got around so quickly she would never know. “I never saw it has having visuals being that intense, especially for how old it is. But I guess everyone has a different threshold.” Shrugging. “If that’s a problem, I’m fine with something a bit, tamer?” was that the right word?

Blinking, an unnatural head tilt, “Wait, no one can eat ice cream in space?!” another blink, head still tilted, “Count me out of space then.” Nope.

Laughing, “Ohhh, I see now Circe, I can get the confusion. I mean, no reason we can’t do those Scary movies too.”

Nose scrunches as the Summer mentions Hedge crabs, “You know, I don’t think I want to know about Hedge crabs,” shaking her head, “yeah, no. Just does not sound like fun.” Not the slightest.

“I was thinking of having a shot of something then chilling for a bit with a soda or something. You know, not going too hard or anything.” Mismatched eyes looking at the selection thinking.

[Svelte Sven]

"Not terribly familiar with them. I know what they are, but they never really grabbed my attention." Sven understood, on paper, the appeal of such parodies. But both humor and horror were subjective experiences and something about them just fell flat with the Whisperwisp. He shudders slightly at the Summer's mention of giant crabs, thankful that his own brief foray into the sewers had been fairly uneventful.

"As you said, everyone has different thresholds. It scared me senseless as a teenager, but now I appreciate it as a movie." He said with a shrug at Mina's question. "I wouldn't suggest something I had a problem with. So... it sounds like these are all options, but nobody feels too strongly on them. Should we just flip a coin? Draw straws?" He raised a hand casually when Circe asked about drinks. "I'll be having adult beverages, if you don't mind. Don't particularly care about what kind. I can also just make one myself." He glanced at Mina. "I also brought the mint-flavored swill you were curious about. It should probably sit in the freezer for a bit, though."

Circe's comment about only remembering part of the 80s caught Sven's ear and he filed the information away for later. Sometimes it was simpler to just pick up little tidbits than to pry. Her pontificating on the trends of movies from that decade did cause him to get lost in thought for a moment before his ears brightened and he shook his head. "Err... yeah. Movies sure got away with a lot in those days." The Darkling hungrily finished off his pizza, suddenly thankful for something to distract him from conversation.

[Circe]

Tequila sunrise mixing success! Circe gives what would most certainly be called an evil laugh, "But Mina. That series can be oh so lewd. And traumatizing to clowns, oh ho ho ho!" The movies were quite wild. Then wrinkles her nose in a frown at the memory, "No. Lobster quality eats and colorful they may be, but no you don't want to Mina."


She'd not insist upon it due to Sven's ignorance, moreso because she wasn't in the mood right now. When he brings up the mint booze, "Dibs, gimme, gimme Sven," and once she has the bottle? Why, she walks out of the room to stick it in the freezer, coming back sipping her tequila sunrise.


"Live, fifteen minutes or something Sven?" She asks for clarity. And stops to fiddle with her phone. Timers are a thing. Also, it turns on the big screen TV. "Could simple see what cable has in horror and use the randomizer. Decent chance to see Lance Henriksen or Christopher Lee," she presses a button and it does switch to a listing that includes the word horror on the screen. Another tap and...Circe's left eyebrow and ear raised, mouth open with a twist. Her expression demanded a question mark above her head.


The random film? Night of the Lepus, complete with the bunnies charging. Horror movie is a wide caste net that includes high-end, well acted films to black-and-white silent movies to the plethora of B-movies. As this title is reminding them.


"Eh?" Circe.exe has encountered a run time error, please wait whilst the issue is buffered out. "Eh?"

[Mina]

She nods absently, “Understandable, they aren’t for everyone. So lets cross those off the list for tonight then!” declares the Spring.

“Hmmm,” looking a bit lost in thought, “both are reliable ways to figure this out, but I think flipping a coin should work. Or we let Circe decide, it’s her house that she has been gracious enough to invite us to this evening.” Looking to the Summer Queen. At the mention of adult beverages. “Oh! I brought one as well, something I picked up in my own travels, Jeppson’s Malort. While it can be mixed into cocktails, it can also be had as shot, so I should put it in the freezer as well. I’ve never made a cocktail with it. It’s from Chicago, it’s a bitter tasting drink of wormwood with hints of grapefruit and citrus. I don’t mind it, but there aren’t many that like it, but thought I would share.” Seemed only fair.

An eyebrow raises, “Tequila? Mind of it grab a shot of that?” she asks their host, if Circe gives the thumbs up, the Elemental will get herself a shot of it. Just a shot, no lime or salt, simply a shot. After taking it, “Now that is a damn fine tequila!” fingers to lips, “Mwah!” sitting back down.

Mismatched eyes blink blankly at the screen, “Uhhh,” not quite sure what she was looking at, “are those,” pausing again, giggling, “rabbits?” laughing, “Such scary bunnies.” A snort and giggle.

[Svelte Sven]

Sven gestured towards where he had put the bottle of schnapps. "Fifteen to thirty should be enough, yeah." He answered nonchalantly, not entirely sure that he wanted anything to do with the 100-proof elixir. The Darkling might have flirted with alcoholism on occasion, but he had no fond memories of the minty swill. Even so, he shivered a little when Mina mentioned her own contributory libation. Malort had its own reputation, and it was enough for Sven to decide that he would be a bit choosier about his taste in drinks that night. "I think I'll have a double... even if it is tequila." When the alternatives were Rumple or Malort, he could only be so picky.

The Winter was lost in thought for a moment about how best to decide what to watch when the TV assailed his senses with faintly horrific fluffy creatures. "Well... that's something." It was all he could muster in response, too stunned to form more coherent thoughts. He was aware of the film's reputation but had never seen it before. It was at least past the initial exposition if the giant rabbits were already attacking people. "I guess we can keep this on for the time being." He said plainly. Sven got out of his seat to grab another slice of pizza accompanied by a glass of straight vodka. This seems like a 'drink until you forget what made you drink' kind of night.